Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.